Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that hates you with a burning passion.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A 9/16in combination wrench
A baby monitor tuned to a dead channel
An Unused Prophylactic
A box full of uselessly short strings labeled "Strings too short to save"
A Very Important Tyrannosaurus Rex
A lovely cobweb
A five leafed clover
A stuffed crust pizza
A phial of Billy Bob Thornton's Blood
A compass (the circle-drawing kind)

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